Dai Mubai raised his hand and gently rubbed the head of the puffed-up Xiao Wu in his arms, the movement as gentle as stroking a cat with its fur standing on end.
"Parallel worlds have countless possibilities."
"Isn't it precisely because of the contrast with mediocre people that the strength of the strong is so precious?"
"He can kneel."
"I will only conquer this world."
These words were spoken casually and without fanfare.
Yet it exudes a transcendent air, as if looking down upon all living beings.
In an instant, the anger in the women's hearts was quelled.
yes.
Why bother getting angry at that good-for-nothing?
Their ruler is destined to surpass even the God-King!
...
Just then.
The golden light above the sky surged once more.
[The comparison continues!]
[The White World: The White Emperor of Heaven—Dai Mubai, his childhood experiences!]
The scene changes.
It was finally White World's turn.
The first thing that appears is also a scene of birth.
The Starry Palace is resplendent in gold and jade.
The old emperor laughed heartily and rewarded his ministers.
This scene is almost identical to the one in the dark world.
Next comes the scene of childhood.
She grew up surrounded by palace maids and eunuchs, living a life of luxury and extravagance.
See here.
On the other side of the underworld, the group, who had been feeling somewhat aggrieved, suddenly felt like they had grasped a lifeline.
"cut!"
Ma Hongjun was the first to jump out, pointing at the sky and loudly mocking:
"I don't see any difference!"
"Weren't they also born with a silver spoon in their mouths? Weren't they also served by a bunch of people?"
"I think it's just a case of the pot calling the kettle black!"
Tang San's lips curled up slightly, and the unease in his heart dissipated considerably.
It seems that in so-called parallel worlds, the starting line is the same.
Since they started from the same point, the trajectory of their personality development should be quite similar.
"Just you wait and see."
"I guess next he'll be playing in the mud and skipping classes."
"They might be even more mischievous than the ones around here."
Everyone in the underworld was waiting to see them make a fool of themselves.
I'm waiting to see that "White Emperor" make a fool of himself, so I can regain some psychological balance.
However.
Upon hearing these taunts, the Star Luo powerhouses of the White World all revealed eerie smiles on their faces.
No difference?
What a frog in a well!
When you see what happens next, I hope your jaws don't drop to the floor!
Just as everyone was eagerly anticipating it.
The timeline on the celestial screen moves rapidly.
soon.
It was frozen in time when Dai Mubai was three years old.
[In the White World, Dai Mubai is three years old.]
In the picture.
There was no scene of playing hide-and-seek in the Imperial Garden.
There were no scenes of the maids being bullied.
Instead, it was a solemn and majestic hall—the Council Hall of the Star Luo Empire!
Dai Mubai was only three years old.
Although she is still very small, her round face makes her look quite cute.
But he wasn't wearing any of those fancy brocade robes.
Instead, he was dressed in a smart white training uniform.
He didn't ask to be held or carried.
Step by step, with steady little legs, he walked into the main hall.
In those signature sinister eyes.
It lacks the innocence and naivety of a child.
That is...
A maturity that is completely unlike that of a three-year-old!
Inside the main hall.
The Star Luo Emperor looked at his youngest son who had walked in, somewhat surprised, and asked with a smile:
"Mu Bai?"
"Why aren't you playing? What are you doing here?"
"Do you want a new toy?"
Hearing his father's question.
In the picture, Xiao Dai Mubai stops walking.
He raised his head and looked directly at the man who held the reins of the empire.
It neither kneels nor acts coquettishly.
He simply extended a single finger, his voice childish yet crystal clear:
"Father."
"I want to enter the royal armory."
Emperor Xingluo was taken aback: "Arsenal? That place is full of military books and cultivation manuals, so boring and tedious. What do you want to do there?"
Xiao Dai Mubai stood with his hands behind his back.
That moment.
An invisible aura emanated from that small body.
"I want to read a book."
"Learn killing techniques."
"Master of the art of emperorship."
Just a dozen or so words.
Like a thunderbolt striking the ground!
The image on the screen freezes on that young yet dignified face.
The Dark World.
Inside the Tiandou camp, countless eyes stared wide-eyed like copper bells. The somewhat somber atmosphere caused by the "shoe-licking" incident was instantly shattered by this sudden scene.
"Three years old?"
"Are you kidding me!"
One of the Soul Masters in charge of logistics nearly popped his eyes out, and the spatula in his hand clattered to the ground:
"Entering the armory at the age of three? And learning killing techniques?"
"My son was still wetting the bed when he was three years old!"
"Yeah, is that something a three-year-old would say? It's more like a monster in disguise!"
The soldiers were buzzing with disbelief.
In their understanding, a Soul Master awakens at the age of six.
Before the age of six, that is definitely childhood, a time for playing and growing.
It's simply unbelievable that a three-year-old would be exposed to all this fighting and killing!
In the center of the crowd.
Dai Mubai was still trying to justify his earlier "kneeling," but upon seeing this scene, his expression became extremely strange.
"impossible."
Dai Mubai subconsciously shook his head, his wicked eyes filled with doubt:
"Absolutely impossible."
"The Star Luo royal family's armory contains profound books and blueprints."
"A three-year-old child can't even recognize all the words, what can he possibly understand inside?"
"It's all just an act!"
He knew all too well what kind of person he was at that age.
Let alone entering the armory, he'd do anything as long as he wasn't forced to memorize texts.
Tang San stood to the side, his brows slightly furrowed.
Although he possessed memories of his previous life in the Tang Clan, he was a true transmigrator.
But thinking back to when I was three years old.
Although he had begun cultivating the Mysterious Heaven Technique, he only climbed to the top of the mountain every morning to absorb that wisp of purple energy.
The rest of the time, he still had to eat and sleep obediently and help his father.
Like the White Emperor in the picture, he took the initiative to learn "the art of emperors" and "killing techniques" at the age of three.
This is absolutely insane.
"This temperament is indeed a bit too precocious."
Tang San commented in a low voice, his tone somewhat dismissive.
Excessive intelligence can lead to premature death.
This is an old saying.
Yu Xiaogang, who had been keeping his hands behind his back, finally found an opportunity to interject.
A look of knowing everything appeared on his stiff face. His gaze swept over the shocked crowd, and he spoke in a deep voice:
"Everyone, there is no need to panic or be envious."
"This may not be a good thing."
The master's voice wasn't loud, but it carried a convincing sense of authority.
Everyone turned to look at him.
Yu Xiaogang thoroughly enjoyed being watched. He cleared his throat and continued:
"The cultivation of a Soul Master requires a gradual approach."
"A three-year-old child's meridians are not yet fully developed, and their bones are extremely fragile."
"At this age, the most important thing is to take care of your health and maintain a pure childlike heart, so as to lay the foundation for the awakening of your martial spirit in the future."
At this point, Yu Xiaogang pointed to the white-clad child in the sky and shook his head:
"Like him, he was exposed to the art of killing too early and wasted his energy studying imperial power and intrigue too early."
(End of chapter)